Chapter 18 Smoke in the distance

Zara

I never wanted a throne.

Still didn't.

But somehow, I'd become the name people whispered when things got bad.

When packs started fracturing and former Ridge wolves began defecting in waves, they didn't run to their old alliances - they ran to us.

To me.

Some came bleeding.

Some came lost.

And some came angry, demanding answers I didn't